Everything Hurts Poem by Stan Petrovich

Everything Hurts



My compendium of complaints
Offers no compliance
To modern medicine. These
Doctors are merely puppets for
Big Brother.
None other - I listen medical lies
Like I listen to radio ads,
Suffering, hearing them muttering
Words they're supposed to say.
And they also conspire
With the insurance industry,
To do more tests than necessary.
Strindberg wrote that necessity
Knows no rules;
But when it boils down to fools,
I give no nod to that.
I just put on my hat,
Drive off in my Jeep,
And withstand the pain
Without salve,
As I always have.

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